The Divine Feminine

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“If the black woman wasn’t made, she would have to be invented.”

-Nikki Giovanni

Black women are saged. There is no way around that or to explain it. There is an air to us that is no short than mystic, mythic and amazing. What we do, how we move, how we can be everything all at once keeps us formidable and the phenomenal women which Maya Angelou told us we were.

In this move towards the celebrating of women, especially during Women’s History Month, there can be no celebration of all women until all women are seen. Especially women of color! For the better part of the history of this nation, there have been women of color in the background, in the forefront, and on the sidelines of every major movement which has defined this nation. From Deborah Simpson in the Revolutionary War, to Harriet Tubman  whom was a Union army spy and nurse (when she wasn’t being a superhero!), to Mary Cady Shadd whom helped Susan B. Anthony argue the cause for women’s sufferage, to Mary McCleod-Bethune whom founded what is now known as Bethune-Cookman College in Florida.

Black women, women of color, are no stranger to adversity and making a way out of it. We does these things, ma’am and sir. We are experts in making out of whole cloth, and making the cloth when none is available.

I honor the black women in life, sung and unsung. I honor the women in my life and line that loved, lived and imparted to the next woman whom would be a grandmother to my grandmother whose shoulders I stand. I honor them. I remember them. I write for them, and the ones to come behind me.

I am a black woman, beautiful and unapologetic. I am here to take over.


Activism is not a trend, but it is trending. Sometimes the identity of being an activist conflicts with the spheres you encounter in the outside world.

What I have encountered and seen while doing woke work is the need to network, focus on the greater goals and objectives at hand. I have seen opportunities be birthed from the sheer volume of work to be done. As a shero I quote often says (Brittany Ferrell), “There is more than enough work to do.”

Woke work should inspire you to create, voice opinions and work with the like-minded for a goal, for progress, not for personal gain. The notoriety which comes from doing woke work allows spotlight on certain aspects of whatever movement you are in. It should create space for change and conversation. Woke work provokes and evokes! It supposed to! When you discover something askew in your world, you must address it. You are no longer immune or indifferent, ergo you are woke!

Now, working while woke?


Working while woke involves you being able to tightrope with a low net. A low, low net. The problem with working while woke is the politics is the environment you are in. You have to be able to maintain dual identities of employee and activist/influencer.

Case in point? I work for a local staffing agency, and I was at a hospital on a contracted assignment. One of the nurses on schedule that day said she would rather have Drumpf as president than Hilary. Her reason was she couldn’t trust Hilary.

Now, she doesn’t know about the work I do with my husband about trying to get people registered to vote, my dedication to social justice, my vehement palpable opposition to a sexist evil bigot running the free world and how I think 53% of White women fucked us up?

But I was at work. I don’t sign my own check (yet) and the hardest thing to do was to be quiet —when I wanted to cuss and slap people and throw things. Being woke at work, and a minority, involves a level of composure I’m sure my mother and grandmother’s generation had to develop!

You have to know when to maneuver, when to speak, and how to buss folk in the head with head with these hot rapid fire facts. At my last job at Saint Louis University Hospital I had to let this X-Ray tech have it. Why? I felt he was wrong and needed to know why.

As soon as he opened the door to his privilege, I drop kicked it open. Again, you have to know your environment (I worked on a heart floor, mostly women, and liberal), and knew how to navigate (we all talked politics and saw the election results in real time in November 2016), and I seized my opportunity to read…and when to stop.

The work, the movement, your passions don’t stop because you work for people! You have to make it work for you, dear ones.

You cannot win every battle–the goal is to win the war. You do that by strategy.

Consider the work.

Know where you work.

Do the work.



Happy Friday!

#BlackPanther #BreakABillion #ForUs #ForTheCulture #AllTheChocolate #GetAllTheMoney #STEAM #STEAM #Superheroes #BlackSuperheroes #ShuriIsThePrincessWeNeed #ItsBetterWhenItsBlack

At last report, in less than 3 weeks, BLACK PANTHER has brought in almost/over $700 billion dollars. Bruh. BRUH. As a writer, and a woman of color and a woman of color who is a writer, my heart is so happy. It is so so happy. There is something about representation of people that look like you just reassures you that maybe I can be great too!

I hope this movie inspires children of color. I hope this movie keeps its icon status (I pray that Chadwick Boseman doesn’t get caught up on shenanigans! I’m so serious.). I hope this movie reminds black children of their greatness—when world outside is determined to strip it from them.

There have been then live feeds on social media and critiques of the movie which are valid as far as representation and the Easter eggs laid, and that’s fine. I’m of the mindset of Clint Hill who I follow on Twitter: “It would be nice to have a black film be made without having to solve all societies ills.”

I said it.

The next great black movie, y’all can write.

#WomensHistoryMonth #BlackWomen #WeDoesThis #BlackGirlMagic #BlackGirlMagicIsNotFree #Conjurers #Power #DivinineFeminine #MakeHERStory

It almost seems right that March is Women’s History Month. It almost seems fair that there be 31 days to celebrate the remarkable history of women.

This year feels that much more special because of the aura surrounding black women right now. The POWER RISING 18 summit, through the mouth of the oracle Dr. Tracey Blackmon told the world, “Our magic is no longer free.”


Black women are amazing and when the world is rolling off the rails, we assemble like The Avengers, slaying like the Dora Milaje. We DO the things that make other women believe black women are goddesses! And we are so fly, we are remembering this again…we are remembering our worth, cultivating our ideas and power, and the best thing? We’re rebuilding and our daughters see it.

We are making history our of HERstory.

#NRA #NOREASONALLOWED #NeedReformASAP #WalkAndChewGum #LivesMatterEspeciallyBlackOnes #HumanizeBlackness #PUSH #ThisIsDeep #ThisIsEpic #GunLobbyWrappedInWhiteSupremacy

At some point, this nation will grow up. I don’t know when or if it will be in my lifetime. What this nation has shown since this latest school shooting in Florida happened last month is not even the white kids matter anymore.

They are just preferred.

I can respect the advocacy and push towards reform of gun laws, while side eyeing their supporters whom said all that happened Ferguson, MO were riots. I can wish for the dismantling of the stranglehold the NRA has on this nation, be a staunch advocate of prison reform, criminal justice reform and side eye crazy LEO tactics.

I want the world to change, and I’m putting my shoulders into it to make sure me, mine and all mine who have to come with me or behind me can see it’s actually see the world has changed–and not through broken rose-colored glasses the oppressing and the oppressors offer.

Have This One For Free

I am not an second amendment supporter.

You cannot convince me you need an assault rifle just because you believe you should be able to own one. I don’t care if you think it ‘infringes’ on your ‘freedom.’ I’m black, female and live in America. Everyday there is something passed, said or created that attempts to infringe and usurp my right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.

I saw this morning that SLPS is trying to suspend the students that walked out of class yesterday in support of sensible laws and gun control. So, only the white children getting shot and and murdered in ‘safe’ areas of the country are allowed to be upset, scared and angry? However, children of color or minority children are just supposed to deal with unsafe conditions because the policy-enforcing bourgeois think they should be used to it and Black Lives Matter is a terrorist organization?


It was 1993 and I was 12 when I had my first metal detector in my middle school-Yeatman Middle School. We had to walk through it every day. Girls couldn’t carry their purses to class because teacher and administrators thought the female students had weapons. By eighth grade, I had the Vice Principal take my purse (it was the end of the day and I didn’t want to go back to my locker), because I couldn’t carry it to class. Mind you, many girls start their menstrual cycles in middle school. My mother had to go to Yeatman to get it!

In suspending these students for protesting the same issue other students are protesting, you are continuing to tell them they are less than and deserving of violent fates and should be “used to it.”

You never get used to being dehumanized and learned helplessness is convenient. As my foremother Ella Baker said in 1964:

Pretty Black Girl

As a black woman, it is an act or rebellion and revolution to love yourself.

It took me so long to look in the mirror and like the brown skinned, button nosed, gap-toothed girl I saw there. There were days when I avoided mirrors because I couldn’t handle what I saw there.

The world outside my house, and sometimes in it, told me how I looked, my natural aesthetic was not enough, it was I wasn’t pretty, light or hair straight enough. Compile that with a white girl name? Nall, nothing about me was right.

I began to love myself thanks to the adamant belief my mother fed me that I was enough, I was pretty, I was a formidable girl and should not be treated as anything less.

With my mother being the fashionista she is, she subscribed to Essence Magazine until I was Junior in High School. Seeing women and girls that looked like me? Amazing.

With the European aesthetic dominant, and nappy hair being a sin with relaxers and pressing combs present (oh, Lord! Little black girls and their hair!), in my childhood and well into my adulthood, gradually, I began to love the girl looking back at me.

I believe that every black girl has that search at least once. Where the world you are told you are a part of, whose destiny you are assigned, looks you in your melanin and tells you that you’re ugly, you don’t match what they want and you cannot even be considered “pretty” because nothing dark or black be pretty.

It started with my eyes. I thought my eyes were pretty because they are my mothers. And I thought she was pretty. There were pretty black girls in Essence, Seventeen and Y &M magazine.

I looked at my skin tone and compared it to light chocolate or a mocha mix. My lips? Thick and even better when I smiled. From accepting the black about me would not change, my view of it had to change. The world didn’t like my black, but celebrated tanning.

It wasn’t my color that was the problem, it was the world that had the issue with my color. That problem I made my own–and that problem made me hate something I could not change.

For a little black girl to hear she is beautiful, just as she is, in all her raw natural sugar form, is revolutionary. For a little black girl to see she is beautiful is powerful.

Beyond the fetish for her skin and hair.

Beyond the curiosity of her shape.

For a little black girl to seeshe is is beautiful herself, is life changing. One of the keys to help that is representation and affirmation.

Self-love is a radical act in a world that constantly tells you to change, when even the changes are not sufficient!

For a pretty black girl to love herself? She changes the world.

In The Letting Go

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In loving yourself,  being honest is the best thing you can be.

In this era of the discovery of self-care, and self-love, you must understand what serves you, and which relationships best serve you. In that dissemination, you must be willing to ask this question, “What does this person do in my life?”

Understand that people are not commodities, and everyone has value, however your time, effort and energy are valuable. Everything you house is valuable. Everything you have is important, everything you bring to a situation and relationship has value. You, in all your glory, are special. In being special, you have the right to examine the people in your world, and why they stay there.

The people in your life should add to you, push you and make you want to strive to do better. The people in your life, especially in the inner circle of your world, be mindful of the doors you keep open, and why they are open.  Nothing about that is easy!

But here’s a pro-tip:  the people who need to stay in your life will always show why they should stay in it. The people whom love you will not always tell you everything you want to hear, but love is not composed solely of the things which are comfortable.


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The hardest thing is to admit when people have to be removed from the closest portion of a personal or intimate relationship for your personal well-being. Just because someone has been in your life for a significant length of time, doesn’t mean they must stay in the same capacity.  It is necessary to take emotional inventory!

If you make habit of giving everything to everyone else, including the people whom only seek to pull more from you, you have nothing to give back to yourself. In allowing such depletion to take place, you cannot become all you want or are destined to be. And if you are empty, in being bereft, what can you offer back to yourself?

The person that needs you most…is looking in a mirror.



There is something to be said for knowing your own worth. There is something to be said about being wise about what you do, where you are, and what opportunities you take. In the pursuit of doing better, hustling towards goals, especially as a person of color, you have to be on the look out for opportunities that promise more than which will ever deliver, which exploit your talent, time and career desires or expertise. These are opporcoonities.

Opporcoonities will ask you two questions:

What do you want?

What will you give up to get it?

In considering what is an opportunity and what is an opporcoonity, you must weigh what it is you are being asked to do–and how much of you will be required to do it. Case in point, the Queen Coon herself, Omarosa.  For all her wit and ability, her passions are many but have become all but dust! In evaluating these new situations, there will be a group of people which you can beseech wisdom from whom have no other motive but to tell you the truth.

In this case, Omarosa said she had people telling her the decisions she was making were detrimental and exploitive. She wanted power and to be known–from that she gave up the benefit of wisdom.

Opporcoonities will always require more than you realize, because its dressed up in packages meant to distract. The position always comes with more money and less control, the record deal comes with censoring of artistic licensure and long hours for no money your talent garners and is owed.

It comes as it did for the ancestors…just one more thing and you will be free. One more year. Give me your body one more time. Just give up a little more of you, and it’ll be fine.

Money will make it better.

The prestige will make it better.

You must be willing to make your own opportunities, being able to see past the packaging of things which come only to break all you are. Opportunities come to allow you to grow, to shape and push you to where you must go–and you determine that trajectory. Opporcoonities put stipulations on your growth, snatch back when you mess up, are unforgiving and push you towards what the situation presents–there are always hidden strings.

Don’t be so thirsty for the next new thing that you forget what matters to you, what you want, what you desire and if those opportunities only come to steal, kill and destroy and you accept the terms full on?

Well, that means you can enjoy your caramel cake where Omarosa does…coons normally roll in packs, so I’m sure you’ll find her–along with the dry cake.